Sydney Bristow: If Sloane dies, any chance I have of finding my sister dies with him.
Agent Jack Bristow: Has it occurred to you that your half-sister might be a danger to you?
Sydney Bristow: Yes of course. But it's equally possible that I can help her. She could be an innocent victim.
Agent Jack Bristow: With Irina Derevko and Arvin Sloane as her parents, I don't think so.
Agent Jack Bristow: In April '75 in Saigon, you toasted Sydney's birth with a bottle of Chambertin Clos de Bez. Your favorite. Now that I know you have a daughter, I thought I should return the honor, especially considering they share the same mother
Sloane: Irina betrayed both of us Jack. She sought me out for information the same way she did you.
Agent Jack Bristow: She was my wife
Sloane: She was a KGB spy who cared nothing about you or me. I've always thought that you understood your relationship with Irina was nothing more than that. But now that your schoolboy crush on the woman who destroyed your life is preventing you from saving mine, I will have to revise that assessment.
Sydney Bristow: We should talk to Dixon and figure out a way to handle this.
Michael Vaughn: Oh, I know how to handle this.
Agent Jack Bristow: You will act like nothing has changed.
Michael Vaughn: Okay, what's Plan B 'cause that's not going to happen.
Michael Vaughn: My wife betrayed me. She betrayed all of us. You can't expect me to pretend that never happened.
Agent Jack Bristow: I'm not sure you have a choice.
Michael Vaughn: Why is that?
Agent Jack Bristow: Because you're the one that married her.
Sydney Bristow: [watching Vaughn with Lauren] After thirty years you still live with your wife's betrayal. Will he?
Agent Jack Bristow: Absolutely.
Sydney Bristow: Before he died, he told me my mother was not the Passenger. He said my sister was.
Agent Jack Bristow: Who was this man?
Sydney Bristow: A monk, a cleric, a Rambaldi scholar... what difference does it make? Do I have a sister?
Sloane: I have seventy-two hours to live. I want you to focus on that, not on some affair I had twenty-five years ago.
Sydney Bristow: I'm not focusing on the affair. I'm focusing on the child that resulted from it: a sister I never knew I had.
Sloane: Must have come as a shock to you. It did to me when I found out.
Sydney Bristow: Are you telling me you didn't know?
Sloane: No, not until two years ago, while I was in a monastery in Nepal run by followers of Rambaldi.
Sydney Bristow: You know she is The Passenger.
Sloane: [tearfully] I know. I know. I also know the Covenant is after her. Sydney, I want to protect my child.
Michael Vaughn: How are you?
Olivia Reed: I'm doing surprisingly well for a pariah. I never liked politics. You never know who your friends are. At least now that I'm the wife of a traitor, I know the answer. I have none.
Michael Vaughn: Listen, about what happened in Richmond...
Sydney Bristow: You were doing your job. And she is your wife.
Michael Vaughn: Not for long.
Agent Jack Bristow: You're right. I'm not going to help you. Since this is the last conversation we will ever have, I want to make this perfectly clear. What you have done to my daughter is nothing compared to what I will do when I find yours. Salut.
Lauren Reed: Sloane is dead. We can now locate the Passenger without his interference.
Olivia Reed: Not quite. The code key you retrieved from the CIA is unusable; I can only assume that was deliberate on their part. Vaughn played you. He's likely to try again, but that will be his last mistake.
[Sloane is asked if he has any last words]
Sloane: I do. For you who pay witness, I can only believe there is a common thought amongst you all - this is as it should be. I do not disagree. My only request - that if my daughter is in fact found alive, that she understand my actions. That she understand that this day's events are the net result of her father's passion to find her... to know her... to love her.
Sydney Bristow: The execution is going forward?
Marshall Flinkman: Yeah, at midnight. I thought... Ya know... for some reason, it makes me incredibly sad. I feel like you're the only person I can talk to about this.
Sydney Bristow: Marshall; kill the grid now!
Marshall Flinkman: Right... Sorry. Talk later.